Chapter 1829 Living Together (9)

For a moment, she was really confused, as if she was in the clouds, but that thought only lasted for a short moment, and she came back to her senses.

It's useless.

She knew that it was just the thought of a vulgar person, but... although she was also a vulgar person, she could still sober up and realize that it was impossible. No one could give you everything you wanted, only you could.

Only what you give yourself is the most real.

Relying on men for food, looking at their faces and moods, no matter how much money you have, it is not yours, and you don't have your status.

And, the most important thing is that she doesn't want to rely on him.

Even if she won't be so rich in the future, she doesn't want to rely on him. In the final analysis, it's still the pitiful backbone and dignity of a poor person.

She really doesn't want to get lost in the vain and impetuous society, money, money, money in her eyes.

Money is all she talks about.

Losing herself in the money and power he brings.

Otherwise, what is the meaning of her struggle.

She believes that she can get better, that's the most real.

But at the moment...

Although it's just a meal, isn't it... not considered as being kept?

She smelled the smell and was almost going crazy with hunger.

Although they were in this kind of relationship, it didn't mean that she could eat, drink, and use his things at will... She didn't know how it was between other boyfriends and girlfriends, but if she used it, she would feel very stressed.

She always felt as if she owed him.

If she thought that he occupied her body, so she used her body in exchange for these things at will, then it seemed to be no different from selling it...

This was one of the reasons why she, a poor bastard, didn't want to be with him.

The gap was too big, and her heart became more inferior and sensitive. She wanted to relax more.

...

An Mu thought more, she still swept all the delicacies, and wanted to leave some for him, but she seemed to be unable to control herself, one after another, and couldn't stop at all. A bowl of pearl soup made her drink it as neatly as instant noodle soup, without any left.

Finally, she licked her lips, touched her stomach, and burped with satisfaction.

After eating everything, she found that she almost missed a small dessert.

It was a mousse cake, very delicate and looked delicious.

An Mu was already full, but she still took out a small fork and ate it bit by bit. While eating, she kept cursing in her mouth: An Mu, you are so fucking shameful, so fucking useless...!

She was so full that she fell on the table and needed to take a break.

Yes, so useless.

People who are useless are very disgusted with themselves. If there were other people here, they would probably look at themselves with disgust and contempt, or with sympathy and pity.

She really portrayed the image of a poor person who lives at the bottom of society and is hungry and full.

She didn't want to waste any food and wanted to leave it for him, but she felt that the amount was small to begin with, and the remaining little would be like leftovers. He probably wouldn't eat it, and it would definitely be wasted if it got cold.

So, based on the principle of wanting to eat but not wanting to waste, she ate it all.

Her abdomen was swollen and uncomfortable, and her stomach couldn't help but hurt.

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An Mu endured the pain in her stomach, cleaned up the table, packed up the garbage, and after doing all this, she finally fell on the sofa because her legs were not good enough to move. She was sweating on her forehead.

[I'm working overtime today, and I still have to work before 12 o'clock. Actually, don't dislike An Mu. I think it's too real, because I'm like this. . . ]